random act of kindness (part 1)

We’ve been so lucky, so we thought of sharing our luck to others who are less fortunate by doing one random act of kindness every month, for as long as our finances enable us to. I know it’s very cheesy and so unlikely of a Mussolini, but what can I say? The whole pretend-fascist attitude is getting old now that I am older.

This month, we thought of splitting our charity budget into two. So technically we did two random acts of kindness. But I can’t do math. So let’s just put this all in one entry.

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NOTE TO JUDGMENTAL PEOPLE: Why the hell am I writing about this when charity should never be publicized? Because I want to fucking inspire, moron. I am not blogging about this because I am proud of myself. I just thought maybe, after reading this, YOU would get compelled to quit the S$4-coffee-a-day habit and give your money to charity instead. _________________________________________________________________

Anyway, back to the story.

The first random act of kindness MSP and I did was simple enough – we did it for six street kids who helped us fly our RC plane. Here is MSP with the kids:




All our friends know that we hate kids, we really do. But what can we do? They are already there, smelly and pushy and far too curious (nightmare). They were so willing to pick up the plane and find the missing pieces whenever it crashed. Their third world parents are unable to send them to school. They don’t really have a lot of toys, and there we were, two 25-year-old dorks playing with ours. It seemed right to give a little. So we bought them lunch and gave them some spending money.

When our plane hit cement and collapsed, one of the kids – the most putrid kid with grimy fingers – started folding a piece of flyer he got from the trash and said, “Look. My plane is just paper. It can crash and it would not break.”

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The next random act of kindness we did just yesterday. As we were about to get off the car to look at an office space (which turned out to be way over budget), we saw a balut vendor who looked very tired but seemed to really take pride in his business. ____________________________________________

TO FOREIGN READERS: A balut is boiled fertilized duck egg which has undergone a fair amount of embryonic development. It’s a Filipino delicacy. __________________________________________________________________

The balut vendor could really use the money to improve his trade, I thought, so I asked MSP to run after him and give him a few thousand pesos. MSP says he seemed shocked and then elated, which was the emotion we were going for.

Now that THAT is over, we can go back to working our assess off to make money, contribute to fiscal inequity by paying our already-educated and well-off employees with even more money, eat in lavish restaurants and buy stupid toys. Next month, we will feel the need to give again, because that what we humans do – we consume and then feel guilty. Until then, bring on the excesses.